I don’t know anything maybe I should get a clue,
Monkey see, Monkey do I just want to be like you
I’ve been thinking that I don’t really think right,
I’ve been thinking that maybe I’m not thinking at all

Did you believe all this was planned?
I can’t conceive it I hope somebody can

Monkey see, Monkey be kids they want to act like me,
Monkey was, Monkey does I’ve just had another one,
I’ve been thinking that I don’t really act right,
I’ve been thinking that maybe I’m not acting at all

"Drag"

I’m over being under you,
Slept tight while pouring tea for two
Well I don’t know does this make sense to you?
Oh well I guess I’ll see how this goes

I know it’s bound to hurt you
I hope this suits you well
Take all my sins in gold singing
la da da da da da da

Don’t bother getting back to me
I’m over all your sympathy
Well I don’t know should this make sense to me?
Don’t care I guess I’ll see how this goes

You never look before you walk,
I only think in fallacies
I never think before I talk,
I only dream in ??

I’m alright
I know

I want to hear my own voice,
It never gets old
I crack a smile at my jokes,
It never gets old

I’m not scared of dying
I’m just scared of wishing I were dead

"Crush"

It’s getting old
It ain’t funny anymore
Why you laughing?

You think it’s kind of cute when I go off the cuff,
and my mouth becomes a blunderbuss
When I’m six feet under Tanqueray,
Been drunk tonight since yesterday
And I don’t think I’ll be sober soon
I’ve been thinking too myself put that smile on

You think it’s kind of cute when I go off the cuff,
and my mouth becomes a blunderbuss
When I’m six feet under Tanqueray,
I’m drunk tonight since yesterday
And I don’t think I’ll be sober soon
I’ve been thinking too myself wipe that smile off

"Beautymark "

megalomaniac,
I’m underworked and overpaid
My money talks the way I walk,
I got a funny gait

Le genie est,
une longue patience
You’re my love,
and I’m your Cobain

I feel jaded,
And overrated

I’m such a narcissist,
I love the way I hate myself
I wanna talk about the way I talk about the way I

Je ne sais pas,
Pardon my french
You’re unique,
and I’m a cliche

"Daiquiri"

I’m and artist but I’m not a salesman
I’m a teacher who taught himself how to teach
I’m a liar and I lie about it
I’m a preacher with nothing to preach
And I’ll douse myself in gasoline

I’m and artist but I’m not a salesman
I’m a teacher who taught himself how to teach
I’m a liar and I lie about it
I’m a martyr with nothing to preach
And I’ll douse myself in gasoline

"Score"

Put your faith out on the line,
Makes me feel like I’m uninspired

Save some face now it’s alright
I don’t think we’re much alike

Someday I’ll find a way to find you,
or kill me
Someday I’ll find my place without you,
or kill me

"Heave"

Too much,
Too soon,
Don’t bother
Stubborn just like your/my father
I don’t know if I could I could ever
Maybe I should cut my loss and leave

Do you like me?
I don’t think you do
I don’t know

"Lemondrop"

Never stood a chance,
and it’s hard to be so ambivalent
It’s hard to be so coy with you